If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit, I don't wanna goIf Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit, I'd just a soon stay homeIf they ain't got no 8 mile like they do up in the DJust send me to Hell or Salt Lake cityIt would be about the same to meIt would be about the same to me

Detroit city from the Aretha to AliyahTo Bob Segar to Joe LouisN' his arena an now on meParadise the mic of over achieversSmokin' sewer cops bottom feedersAnd parking meters a bunch of bad dudesIn the mad brew and tattoosSo think twice before you pass through

Or get clapped through wack crews get hurtWe can take you for a ride, or take you for your shirtI did it in the Bronx, I did it in QueensAnd you can see me do it, do it down in New OrleansFat backs and greens I'm a scene of amazementYou'll be picking all your teeth up off the fucking pavementIs that Kracker with a C? No Kracker with a KKracker motherfucker all goddamn dayYou could take gratiot south but that's a real rough routeYou'll get found face down with your pockets hangin' out

If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit, I don't wanna goIf Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit, I'd just a soon stay homeIf they ain't got no 8 mile like they do up in the DJust send me to Hell or Salt Lake cityIt would be about the same to meIt would be about the same to me

My name is CowboyMy name is CowboyI'm, I'm, I'm goin' platinum

Back in the motherfuckin' saddle wanna battle Kid RockBitch your up shits creek without a paddleI'm no tattle 'cause I do not snitchI lick slits n' drop cock n' twas that spitI spit like hick's n' mix hits for flamAnd that's what you call droppin' bombs

Got a bullet head dick with a 30 odd 6And from a thousand yards I'll hit ya right in the lips, shitMotherfuckers wanna talk about shiningHere's four fingers kiss my fuckn' diamondsI keep climbin' but these charts ain't shitI'm a whinini', linin' rhymin' son of a bitchI'm the son of a shotguns unsung cryAnd I'm the only MC that'll never die'Cause if it's real you'll feel it, so check for the nameOr look for the dog with the fade in the chain, yeah

If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit, I don't wanna goIf Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit, I'd just a soon stay homeIf they ain't got no 8 mile like they do up in the DJust send me to Hell or Salt Lake cityIt would be about the same to meIt would be about the same to me

Kracker, Kracker, Kracker, KrackerKracker, Kracker, Kracker, Kracker

Kracker's the name double X in sizeAnd I reside on the side where the sun riseSee I'll never be touched because I'm out of reachCall me Kracker just be fuckin' up spots like bleachWorst in my division I got bitches on fileFrom the Mississippi river on back to Belle IsleI got style but it doesn't showI got more love for Detroit than you'll ever know

I know cats that sling crack and cats that scrapCats that bust beer bottles over baseball capsCats that get drunk and like to spark up skullCats that keep sawed offs chillin' up in the trunkWhores and 4 4's n' scoops n' blow and fuck fay go bitchWe pound cans of Stroh'sWe run the mitten from the river way up to the farmsThat's why we got these fuckin' D's tattooed on our arms

If Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit, I don't wanna goIf Heaven ain't a lot like Detroit, I'd just a soon stay homeIf they ain't got no 8 mile like they do up in the DJust send me to Hell or Salt Lake cityIt would be about the same to meIt would be about the same to me